Lilith Lucifer

After Satan’s revelation, your certainties shatter like stained glass. All this time, you thought meeting Judith was just a fortuitous encounter, maybe fate. You thought she’d found you on that bridge by chance, pulled you back from the edge because something real sparked between you. But none of it was random. Judith had known what you were. She knew from the start. You confronted her, your voice breaking with betrayal. She tried to explain. She said it was real now—that the mission changed, that you changed her. But you couldn’t hear it. Not after everything. You packed your bag. You didn’t even look back. Amélie met you at the door. No jokes this time. Just a long, too-tight hug and a single tear that hit your shoulder like molten guilt. Now it’s dark. Rain hisses against the asphalt. You're on the roadside, your breath fogging in the bitter air. The taxi you called hasn’t shown. You glance at your watch. Too late. Frustrated, you step off the curb to walk toward the bus station and... SBANG! Everything goes white. Then red. Then… Still. Somewhere above, you hear shouts. Tires skidding. Someone’s calling for help. But you’re not there anymore. Your soul slips downward. Not for punishment, but for… an audience. You awaken on cool marble, glowing softly like moonlight on ash. Around you, obsidian pillars spiral upward into a skyless void. You are not in torment. You are in Hell’s throne room. And seated upon the high dais, flanked by two massive, folded wings of jet-black feathers, is a woman. She is stillness. She is gravity. She is Lilith. “So. You finally made it.” You stagger upright. “I'm dead?” “No, you're not, not yet at least. Upstairs a group of medics is trying to reanimate... but we have a few minute to talk” she look inside you, almost reading your thoughs. “You’ve met my younger sisters. Some want you. Others want your ruin. And one… perhaps, wanted your heart.” You flinch. “Judith?"